Seven Deadly Sins
Chapter Seven: Wrath
A/N: We are now in the final chapter of this fic. Thank you for reading and all the appreciation. I have no idea what I was trying to accomplish...but oh well. This chapter is complete AU, as it will never, has never, never ever happened in the Death Note universe. Hence, why we, fanfic writers, exist.
By the way, because this is Death Note, there is no happy ending. Well, there is, but not really. It's not the sin of Wrath for nothing, you know.
L was a peculiar man, with peculiar tastes, and a peculiar style. Throughout his life, he lived meticulously and carefully abided the laws he felt were right, only bending those in order to stop evil from clouding the right view of justice.
Misa Amane was the thorn in his side, and caused him a fatal injury. She was a poison that was never sucked out, that infected his entire soul and tainted him. His clear vision was blurred and his mind was not as logical as it was before.
She was the reason he did what he did.
Though he was certain of it, 99.3 percent certain of it, he had Light arrested and charged heavily for being Kira. Without complete proof, he had Light taken away, despite the boy's attempt to take his name, despite the boy's attempt to bring the Lolita model down with him, despite his cries for justice. The irony of it all was a bit amusing for L, but he moved on.
Though he was certain she loved him back, abour 99.1 percent certain of it, he took precautions. He had her under survelliance, locked in a little cage. He watched her, obsessively with a bit of malice in his dark eyes. He sometimes saw her, rarely during the day. At night, he sometimes took her, then left her. She was either in tears, or sorrow, or guilt, or happiness.
At night when he worked, he spoke to her through a microphone, often waking her, often out of her own sake, for she dreamed terrible dreams.
"Ryuuzaki-san...now? It's three in the morning," she would reply with grogginess, her night dress falling off a bit, exposing her shoulder blade. She was paler now.
"Say it. Just once. Then you may sleep. You need sleep. You want sleep, no?"
She would sigh, defeated, deflated, dejected. "I love you."
It was no more than a whisper. It didn't matter. He heard it and cherished it madly.
"Do you really?"
"Ryuuzaki! You said I could sleep!"
"Answer, just answer."
At times he would get excited, his body leaning forward to the monitor.
"Yes, I do."
He would chuckle and scare her, then smile in glee.
"I love you, Misa."
She only sighed and flopped back down on her bed, falling into slumber. He would watched her, almost like God.
They were living in sin, in error, in mistakes. He was the most sinful of all lambs, but the happiest. He swallowed her pretty little lies and smiled through deceit. She let herself become a doll, sometimes with a soul, slowly crying and dying. She was in love, but disgusted by it, confused by new emotions. He loved her, and treasured her, but yet she could not fully accept.
They were sinners, the worst kind of them all.
But in a strange and dysfunctional way, despite the sadism and pain, they were happy.
Happy in their lie.